Cowboy

Cowboy, cowboy Well, I'm packin up my game and I'ma head out west Where real women come equipped wit' scripts and fake breasts Find a nest in the hills, chill like flynt Buy an old drop-top, find a spot to pimp Then I'ma Kid Rock-it up and down ya' block With a bottle of scotch and watch lotsa crotch Buy a yacht with a flag sayin' "chillin' the most" Then rock that bitch up and down the coast Give a toast to the sun Drink with the stars Get thrown in the mix And get tossed outta bars Sift to Tiajuana I want to roam Find Motown telephones and come back home Start an escort service for all the right reasons And set up shop at the top of four seasons Kid Rock, and I'm the Real Mccoy And I'm headed out west, sucker 'cause I want to be a Cowboy, baby (With the top let down and the sunshine shinin') Cowboy, baby (West Coast Chillin' while the boone's whinin') I want to be a cowboy, baby (Ride at night 'cause I sleep all day) cowboy, baby (I can smell a pig from a mile away) I bet you'll hear my whistle blowin' when my train rolls in It goes - Like dust in the wind (Stoned pimp, stoned brew, stoned out of my mind) I once was lost (but now I'm just blind) Palm trees and weed, scabbed knees and rice Get a map to the stars, find Heidi Flice And if the price is right then I'm gonna make my bid, boy And let Californi-A know why they call me Cowboy, baby (With the top let down and the sunshine shinin') Cowboy, baby (West Coast Chillin' while the boone's whinin') I want to be a cowboy, baby (Ride at night 'cause I sleep all day) cowboy, baby (I can smell a pig from a mile away) Yeah, Kid Rock, you can call me Tex Rollin' sunset women with a bootle of becks See a slimy in a 'Vette, roll down my glass And said "yeah this dick fits right in yo' ass" No kiddin', gun slingin', spurs hittin' the floor Call me hoss, I'm the boss, with the sauce, and the horse No remorse for the sheriff and his eye ain't right I'ma paint his town red then paint his wife white, uh! 'Cause chaos rock like Amedeus Got west-coast pussy for my Detroit playas Mack like mayors, ball like Lakers They told us to leave but bet they can't make us Why they want to pick on me? Lock me up and throw away my key I ain't no cheat, I'm just a regular failure I'm not straight outta Compton, I'm straight out the trailer Cuss like a sailor, drink like a mick My only words of wisdom are just "suck my dick" I'm takin' my pick up and down that coast and Keep on truckin' 'til I fall in the ocean (Cowboy) with the top let back and the sunshine shining (Cowboy) spend all my time at Hollywood and Vine (Cowboy) riding at night 'cause I sleep all day (Cowboy) I can smell a pig from a mile away (Cowboy) with the top let back and the sunshine shining (Cowboy) with the top let back and the sunshine shining (Cowboy) Hollywood and Vine-in'